The grass underneath them is itchy and its bending and twitching and it’s moving

How can it keep holding up such an awkward conversation for hours and hours

They have been talking and talking and talking without an end to the ridiculousness of it all

The drama they’ve managed to create with each other, and at the end of a perfectly good rainy season too

It’s dehydrating trying to keep these two steady when obviously everyone could see they’re better off moving apart

Different eco systems different needs different blood languages

No wait they meant love languages

It’s hard to keep up with humans they’re so fickle as if it really matters where that one laid with this one

It’s blades summon their sharpest points to try and encourage this repartee to end

One says to the other you are crushing us crushing us we need to breathe we need the air

The other replies that they need sunshine and water and to be loved deeply

The grass starts to fade and move its consciousness elsewhere it’s losing interest

It’s getting itchy